Yesterday was perhaps more amazing then previous days. With bright sun, baking my sides it seemed...inside and out. I let myself be clay and get molded.
In the morning, my hosts on the SE part of Portland drove me to Sellwood. I was treated with such, care, as Matt helped me with my extra bags up the back stairs, to John's place.
Another day of meeting new faces, and sorting encoded information.
I was shown a new apartment just as light and open as the last, but even more calm. I set everything down and headed out for some walking. I hunted around for a good coffee place where I could perhaps get away with doing some readings. Coffee happened; readings did not. But first I had found a bench in full sun by the high bank of the Willamette River. My subconscious tells me that if the Olentangy in Columbus can give me Poetry, then the Willemmette can give me the key to True Power. I know that soon this river and I will be spending a lot of time together. I know the inevitable is coming. This means facing the bike shop dramas tomorrow and then tomorrow night, starting the Quest. As I spent time on the high bank, I saw lots of Crows, and heard their caws. I saw the bikers riding around in the distance, sailing over what must be my route to come.
Really my only fears are being cold, and trying to covertly camp outside. That's it. I know i can ride 100 or so miles. So I stopped at this bench to come to realize what i can through meditation. I sang just to use some sound for healing, and I went into relaxation.
I wandered the neighborhood more in search of another coffee shop that would let me do some work, but again it seemed like I was beating a dead horse.
So I filed past an elite new age grocery, perused some aisles and then headed back out, and was drawn to a bridge. I entertained myself by singing "proud mary" but without the full lyrics because I am just so damn bad at remembering lyrics!
Soon I found a pocket park by the river, which happened to be host to one of my least favorite of animals...DOGS.
But people were so incredibly happy here, and the long wooden dock out to the river allowed me to have peace and separation from a potential run-in with some slobber or drool.
I baked and baked in the sunlight. I sniffed the warm, clean air. I took in a day of just enjoying being fully unemployed.
AFTER THE RIVER
I headed toward "home" but was reluctant to head there after receiving the BirdTRIBE signal. The BirdTRIBE signal is a mudra. (if you need a definition of mudra, check Google.)
This mudra is a new sign that has come to me spontaneously just before having my going away party for me and the Serpentbird 7 in Columbus.
It is an energy that comes into form in my hands. To me this energy signifies hope and power in numbers, as well as communion with like minded spirits, who are advancing the energies on the planet. (Also said as, raising the vibration).
I knew that one more visit to the New Age shop down the street could be a good idea. So after seeing the meditation sign out front, that i hadn't noticed earlier in the day, i decided this was PRIME time.
I went in and was greeted by Catia, who was wearing some large wooden spiral earplugs. She was a delight, and really enjoyed hearing a bit about my new adventures. She offered to make me tea. First though i need to explain the real meat and bones of what this whole blog is about. I got a significant confirmation about really being called to Eugene as my home base. People I meet in Portland have been so friendly, and further, are trying to keep me here. They say...wait well, there is a fest next week, or are you going to be here Thursday, etc.
So have been feeling uneasy about whether Eugene is going to be good enough. I have never been there in my life, so i won't know till i feel the vibe, or give it a chance to offer the opportunities.
SO then, while in Essential Elements, in front of the huge crystal/gem and jewel case, and under a large circular mural on the ceiling, i get an etheric blast of warm grounding air woosh down through my column and bust down and around my legs. This is a new air, energy that i am not accustomed to feeling. It wants me to be with it though and that is exciting.
Okay...so no more worries right?
Well yes...i needed to pre-visualize my mission.
After another hour just hanging out at the shop, finally... Joey arrives.
Joey is a sweet buddha-like man, who comes to share his meditation.
We head down to the basement and a group of meditators arrive. I am not opposed to the technique of "no thought" but really I needed to go journeying. It was dark and cool in the basement, with murals and lots of positive energy. We had a few candles lit and in the corner, an annoying lamp emmitting a plastic-blue light.
I closed my eyes and followed his words for a way to bring myself deeper, but all i did was let my immagination play on. AND ON. So it went, I saw the river and a big midnight blue sky with pinprickly stars of white throughout.
I saw myself, not feeling alone, but being empowered with feeling. With water-emotion, with new channels of energy opening. I felt my brain healing and the hemispheres of it fusing together.
I felt my left brain especially soften, and noticed that that side feels like it has an old crust, and new lava was about to reform it on the journey ahead and smooth it out. I saw myself with a fresh pack of Tobacco, and a new strength to go within.
Perhaps our greatest modern fear. I continued to carve out the old baggage from chakras with an imaginary ivory blade.
I saw all the negative worries and how they could taunt me and then be squelched again by the peace of the river and it's gift of wisdom. I felt my right hand open up like a cup or a human paw, and i could almost feel my native guide hold energy right in it.
I saw myself making prayers for the people, animals and experiences. I saw myself creating rituals (or remembering some) with tobacco and a shell. I felt such power within the release of the pain. The pain was just letting go and feeling Real; not good or bad. I knew that this was just the beginning of lots of new poetry about "Black and White" metaphors. (My white eye balls piercing through the dark of night). On and on it could go. Finding my message. Finding new ways of using emotion to reach people. Finding emotion itself and the mechanics of it.